For a while, I remained in my bedroom, sprawled out on my bed with my hands over my eyes. I cried for a while, salty wet tears soaking my cheeks until eventually, I became silent. My parents continued to argue, screaming and shouting but I didn't care anymore. The crying had made me tired and before long, I had fallen asleep.
Susie smiled at Mark. He smiled back.
"We need to stick together through this." Mark said, wrapping his arms around her.
"I agree. We shouldn't argue." Susie replied. There was silence in the kitchen for a while.
"Do you think Rowan will be okay?" Susie asked her husband. "I know she didn't mean the things she said but she's just found out she's adopted."
"Rowan is right," said Mark. "We should have told her."
"Told her what? That her real parents are a dead witch for a mother and an insane soulless vampire for a father? She shouldn't have found out she's adopted!" Susie cried, shaking her head hopelessly.
"She wouldn't have known that."
"Oh yeah? Are you saying that she wouldn't go looking for her real parents if she found out? And do you know what she'd find? She'd find a gravestone and a vampire that's willing to rip her heart out!"
Mark held his wife's head to his chest and shushed her softly. Susie gave in and burst into tears, breaking down in her husband's arms.
"She needs to be kept safe." Susie said, wiping her tears.
"For once, I agree with you, Susie." Mark replied. "She can't find out the truth about the vampires and all the evil out there."
Shadow had been cast over Fallset Woods. Alexia was watching the dark twisting trees from her balcony, at Fallset Mansion, just beyond the woods.
"Alexia," a voice said. "Your guest has arrived." It was Jonathan, one of Alexia's vampire 'followers'. Alexia had turned many people into vampires and used them for her own tiny army, or as she liked to call them; followers. Alexia had taken the advantage of the Maker Bond; any vampires that are turned have to do anything their maker says unless they're 'released' by their sire.
"Did you offer them a blood bag?" Alexia said to Jonathan.
"Oh, no-" Jonathan couldn't finish his sentence. Alexia clamped her hand around his neck and lifted him into the air.
"How very disappointing. I had high hopes for you." Alexia muttered. All it took was one throw and Jonathan soared through the air and fell over the edge of the balcony. He'll wake up later, Alexia thought.
Alexia walked out of her grand bedroom and down the corridor. She came out at a large hall, with grand dome roof and a thousand chandeliers. She looked over the marble balcony that led down a grand staircase and saw her old friend, Moira.
I made my way down the staircase and approached the vampire I hadn't seen in over four centuries.
"Moira Deevrorpe." I said with a smile. Moira smiled back.
"We meet again, Alexandra Potari." Moira replied.
"I go by a different name in this new time. My name now is Alexia Portridge." I informed her.
"I see where you got your first name from, it like a shorter version of Alexandra... But where did you retrieve Portridge from?"
"My descendants are now called Portridge. My dead sister's daughter married a man with a different second name and their daughter married a man with the name Portridge. So I took it." Alexia explained.
"Well, it is your families name." Moira agreed. The two vampire women walked through the double doors and into the vast lounge.
"I'm sorry my vampires didn't offer you some blood. Jonathan will be dead by morning." Alexia apologised as she took a seat in one of the chairs. Moira remained stood, observing Alexia's home like a museum.
"I heard about Godrik and a witch having a daughter, about nearly two decades ago. Eighteen years to be prescise?" Moira said.
"It is true. As impossible as it is. And there's an either bigger twist." Alexia laughed.
"The daughter is living here, in Martina Bay."
Then Alexia explained everything to her vampiric friend. All about Rowan's witch mother giving birth to the Dhampir and Godrik trying to drain the baby's blood for pure immortality, about the baby's Dhampir powers being bound and being adopted. She explained her plan to drain her blood before Godrik did before her birthday in a few months.
"Wow." Moira said. "And how do you know I won't try to get the blood for myself?"
Alexia ran towards Moira and pressed her against the wall by the throat.
"Would you risk me taking your head off? Old friend?" Alexia snarled, her fangs appearing. Moira gave in and Alexia gave her a fake smile.
"That's settled then." Said Alexia with a sly smile. Moira sat at the chair opposite her and looked at her suspiciously.
"What is it exactly, that you want me to do?"
Alexia smiled and tilted her head to the side. "I want you to kidnap and hurt Rowan's friends and family.You will start by kidnapping sweet young Leah Falkner. Then you will torture her. If Rowan doesn't give in, we'll keep getting closer and closer to the people she cares about the most. I need her blood before Godrik finds her."
Moira grinned at Alexia's plan and pushed the hair out of her face. She sat up straight and smiled again. "This should be interesting."
Erin wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"You worked hard today Erin." Samuel said with a dazzling smile. Erin smiled back. Could she pluck up the courage? Erin sat on the bench and sipped some water.
"There's a school dance on soon." Erin said to Samuel.
"Oh really? What theme?" He asked.
"The school is still debating the theme." Erin told him with a weak smile.
"Look, about your decision for me to train you harder, into a Vampire Hunter is totally your choice. I'm not putting pressure on you." Samuel assured her.
"Anyway, the school dance... Are you wanting me to take you?" Samuel asked with a smile.
"I didn't say that!" Erin snapped defensively.
"Would you like me to be your date?" Samuel asked.
"Yes." Erin replied way-too-quickly. Samuel chuckled. Then, he kissed her and this time, Erin didn't run away.
"I'm so glad you asked me." Erin said, grinning cheerfully. Samuel smiled back.
"Me too, Erin," he replied. "Me too."
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"Being stuck in this mess wasn't exactly my plan for the day, but hey, at least I wasn't being attacked by vampires. Wait, hold that thought." Rowan Thorpe grew up an ordinary girl. Or so she thought...